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SOCs: Staring at the Ceiling

I am laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Trying not to fall asleep.

I woke up Friday morning at 4 a.m. due to the usual bladder issues and couldn’t get back to sleep. It was frustrating, especially since Gibbs didn’t bother me for food until my alarm went off at 5:05. Now I am home, contemplating the SOCs prompt while I am prone.

As I stare at the off-white, interior upper limits, I am reminded of how I obtained the mattress, box spring, frame and headboard. It was my mother’s bed before she moved into assisted living, where she would not have room for a queen-size anything. I asked mom if I could have it as I was beginning a journey of divorce and needed a place for my weary bones. She whole-heartedly approved and the contraption went with me to an apartment almost eight years ago.

Then I found out the bed was a little too hard for me. I lay in the bed, wondering how I would make this better. I may have been looking at closet doors rather than the ceiling, but that doesn’t really matter. A thought occurred to me that there are manufacturers out there that make cushy, foamy, and feather-filled mattress toppers that are 3-4″ thick. Brilliant thought! I ran drove to the local Macy’s, after shopping around, and picked up a new mattress topper that met my expectations. It worked like a charm and has done its duty for several years. It saved my precious back and hip bones from harm.

While I stare at the ceiling, trying not to fall asleep, I feel a little sad. A teeny bit sad.

Mom’s bed is being carried away on Tuesday.

Mama MJ bought herself a new bed.

No, it’s not a Tempurpedic or a Sleep Number bed. It’s not a hybrid either. Just a very nice bed with a bajillion coils, a little bit of foam here and there, and a pillow top. After playing the role of Goldilocks last Saturday (“This one’s too hard! This one’s too soft!”), I finally laid on this one…

Oh yeah, baby! This one’s just right! I could lay here all day!

The salesman might have been somewhat nervous that I wasn’t going to get up. I laid on my right side for a while, then laid on my left side for a longer while, then laid on my back and stared at the showroom ceiling. This bed was awesome and half-price to boot.

Sold.

Sold hard. The deal was signed, sealed and promised for delivery.

On Tuesday afternoon it will be somewhat weird to watch mom’s mattress and box spring go out the door. I may be emotional and verklempt over the memories, but not over the hardness of mom’s mattress. The hardness has to go, has to let the door slap it in the butt.

Yup, as I lay here, staring at the ceiling, trying not to fall asleep…

I can’t help but be excited.

Tuesday afternoon kind of excited.

Gibbs and Ziva won’t be able to contain themselves, nor will I.

This post of sleepy time ceilings is being brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday or SOCs. Click HERE to read other SOCs posts of the day and consider joining in after reading the rules. The main rule to remember is, “Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.” Not an easy task for anal perfectionists like myself, but who said life has to be easy? Just make it fun!

Funny thing about those reminders. Natasha and I were walking home from our Saturday morning workout and passed a construction site with wood piled on a truck. The smell of that wood reminded Natasha of her dad, who was a carpenter.

We bought a mattress with one of those topper things several years ago. Every single night when we get into bed, one of us will say, “We have the most comfortable bed….” You will love it, Mary. Hey–how is Gibbs? Our boy is all better?

I know, Lois. I can hardly wait for the day to come. Then I’ll be saying, “I have the most comfortable bed…”

Gibbs is fine for now. He goes back to the vet for a re-check on Wednesday. I’m hoping and praying the UA they take will be negative for infection. In the meantime, he continues to get lots of wet food and love.

After spending the past several days at my sister’s cottage, sleeping on a bed with the comfort level of a rock, I can appreciate this post. When I finally got to crawl back into my own bed after a 9 hour drive home, it felt like bliss.

You and the furry ones have many ahhh-that’s-just-right nights ahead of you 🙂

My neighbor across the hall also bought a new bed this month. She told me she wanted it hard as a rock, like a cement bed. I don’t know why that would ever be comfortable for anyone, but to each their own. Enjoy your cushy bed, Joanne, and I’ll do the same Tuesday night…and Wednesday…and Thursday…and Friday…and…

We bought a new mattress last year – it felt really, really weird testing it out – I dunno, something about lying on the mattress, with shoes on, in front of total strangers who just wanted a sale… and I’m all, would you mind? I’d like some privacy, please.

I know what you mean, Maggie. How about a privacy screen and five minutes of alone time? I was trying to get comfortable on the beds while hanging my shoes and feet off the side. I wondered how often they have to change the demo beds out or clean them because they get dirty from people trying them out.

I saw a movie about a man who had a furniture store. If it had any truth to it, your shoes are the least of the cleaning problems. ANYWAY, congratulations on your new bed! There’s some kinda mattress topper that advertises with a woman dressed up like Goldilocks. Great commercial, but the topper doesn’t look comfortable to me. It looks like purple hobnails. Squishy hobnails, but still. Glad to hear Gibbs seems on the mend. Tipper has paws crossed for good news from the doctor.

Hey Mary, I read the post about Gibbs and skipped a few other posts to get the latest news. So he seems to be improving?
I’ve diagnosed many women with an inflammatory cystitis that is not-infectious. Is the vet still leaning at that direction?

When I first left home, I had my grandmother’s bedroom furniture. Then it became Sissy’s furniture, then Sassy’s, and then, we sold it. I remember feeling this sorta sadness, likely akin to what you feel, but there was no way to fit it in Moo’s room and the rest of us were set…
I don’t miss it or think about it now, but I remember the feeling.
Buying a new anything for bed thrills me no end. I just bought new pillows Friday and I was right chuffed about it. We’ve begun the shopping for a new mattress as well. We probably change them more often than other people, but we’re seriously into our bed. lol I realize that sounds odd, but it’s the truth. I’m excited for you, because when one is staring at the ceiling or whatever, it’s best to be comfy! 🙂 I bet you’ll stare at the ceiling less, I bet you’ll ache less. It’s gonna be bliss!

Mattresses and pillows are both so important for a good night’s sleep. I hope you find the mattress that dreams are made of. I have two down pillows that a friend gave to me and I just love them. Once the bed comes, I’ll be set and blissful for a good long while.

I have other furniture and possessions from my parents that hold a little more value than the mattress. Like you, I probably won’t miss it or think about it later on…or 5 minutes after the new one arrives.